Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2006 22:26:07 -0600
From: Keith Yates <farmerboykeith@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Coach's Office 1

This is a fictional story involving sexual relations between two males.  If
you are under the legal age
of consent to read such material, or if you are offended by the subject
matter, then DO NOT READ any further. This is a Fictional story and any
relation to any real person is purely coincidental.

I welcome your thoughts and comments. Drop me an e-mail and let me know what
you think.   Just remember this is my first time, so please be gentle.


The Coach's Office
Chapter 1


TJ's day had not gone well.  He had blown his Algebra test, screwed up in
practice again and now was having to run laps as he had missed so many
free-throws.  The coach had chewed him out and told him to start running and
now he was finally on his last lap.

His hair was plastered to his head with sweat.  His shirt clung to his damp
chest.  His legs ached from doing so much running and his feet hurt too.  It
just had not been a good day or even a good week.

TJ's girlfriend had dumped him on Monday.  being dumped was  what had
probably blown his algebra test and probably why he couldn't make a basket
worth shit.  He was blaming all of his problems on his former bitch of a
girlfriend.  She had been teasing him for weeks getting him all excited and
then not following through on the promised release.

He finished the last lap and headed into the locker room.  reaching down and
pulling his sweaty shirt off as he walked through the door.  The locker room
was empty.  The other guys had left earlier while he was still running laps.

He made his way through the rows of lockers.  He opened his locker door and
tossed his damp shirt into it.  Then he remembered that the coach wanted to
talk to him before he left.

TJ debated about taking a shower before going to see the coach.  He figured
the coach was going to chew him out some more for blowing such easy free
throws.  Not to mention the coach would be upset with him for screwing up
his algebra exam.

Coach Walker wanted his players to do well on the court as well as in the
class room.  He made sure that all of his players maintained at least a C
average in all of their classes and strongly encourage them to keep A "B"
average.  The coach had even taken time to tutor some of the players that
were having trouble.  He genuinely seemed to care about his players and how
they did in school.

It was nice to have a teacher show such interest in his students and take
the time to help them in classes that he didn't even teach.

He had even helped TJ with his chemistry.  Once they had even spent a couple
hours discussing a book he had had to read for English class.  TJ had ended
up acing the chemistry exam and gotten an "A" on the English paper he had
written about the book.

The coach could also be very strict.  He was fair, but when it came time to
crack down he had no problem being a hard ass too.  When the Coach did have
to crack down, it was normally well deserved.  In the back of his mind, even
TJ knew he deserved a punishment for missing all of those free throws.  But
maybe not so many laps.

TJ decided to head to the Coach's office and get it over with.  He knew
there was no good reason to put it off and the sooner he got the lecture
over with the better.

The Coach's office had a door into the gym and one into the boys locker
room.  TJ headed for the door from the locker room that led into the office.
  He stepped into the office and saw the Coach sitting at his desk looking
over some papers.

"Um, Coach, you wanted to see me," he said as he moved further into the
room.

As TJ moved into the room, the coach took a mental inventory of the young
man.  He noticed the hair wet with sweat, the bare chest glistening with
sweat, the damp shorts clinging to the sweaty jock strap beneath them, the
lean legs and slightly nervous manner.

Maybe he had been a little rough on the boy.  TJ was a good kid and one of
his best players.  He just didn't know where the kids mind had been lately.
It was probably girl problems.  At TJ's age the problems always seemed to be
chick related.  If TJ and his girl friend had broken up, that might be why
the kid couldn't keep his mind on the game.

"Come on in and have a seat," said the Coach.

TJ moved closer to the coach's desk and took the chair positioned in front
of the desk.  The coach moved around to the front of the desk so he would be
closer to the boy and they could have a talk about what was bothering him.

The Coach leaned against the desk, his butt resting on the edge of the desk.
  He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at TJ.

TJ looked up the coach's muscled body. The tee shirt he was wearing was
tight over his muscular frame.   He took in the large pecs as the coach
crossed his arms over them.  He noted the biceps bulge.

TJ met the blue eyes as he waited for the coach to begin.  "TJ, I know
something has been bothering you.  I thought you might want to talk about
it.  It might help if you get it off of your chest.

"Oh Coach, everything is fine," TJ said.

"TJ I know that isn't true," the Coach said.  "There is something wrong.
You are not playing up to your potential and It all started recently.  You
are making stupid mistakes and not paying at tension in practice.  Just tell
me what's wrong.  I might be able to help."

The coach waited for TJ to speak, but the silence stretched out.
Raising a hand to his head and running his fingers through his sandy colored
hair the coach said, "Okay if you don't want to talk about it that is fine."

"But I want you to get your mind back on what you are doing."  The coach put
a hand on TJ's bare shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze.  "You are a good
player and I need your mind in the game and not on some girl.  So from now
on leave those problems out side the gym."

TJ wondered how the coach knew that it was a girl that was bothering.  Did
everyone know he had been dumped?  "Sure thing Coach.  Don't worry I will do
better in the next practice."

"You had better.  If you don't, then the next punishment you get will be a
lot different than just running some laps."

The coach removed his hand from the kids shoulder and told him to hit the
showers.

The coach watched TJ walk from the room.  watched the firm little ass in
those damp shorts moving away from him.  He felt his cock twitch in his own
shorts.  TJ was a good looking guy.  tan with lean muscles.  Smooth chest
with hot little nipples and light blonde hair on his legs.  If only the
coach was still a kid he would enjoy fooling around with TJ.

He wondered if TJ and any of his buddies ever fooled around.  Messing with
each other.  Taking care of a guys needs when their girlfriends wouldn't
satisfy them.

The Coach had done quite a bit of that in college.  Guys always seemed to be
helping each other.  Plus some of the frats had worked that into their
initiation rituals.

He felt his cock twitch again and begin to swell in his shorts.  He had
better get his mind off of this line of thought or he'd  end up with a hard
cock in no time.

TJ breathed a sigh of releaf as he left the office.  It had gone much better
than he thought it would.  He had really expected to get yelled at by the
coach.  He was glad the coach hadn't pressed him about his problems.  He
would have been too embarrassed to tell the coach that he had been dumped.
Not to mention that he hadn't been able to jerk off in quite some time.  His
cock kept getting hard at all of the wrong times.  It seemed to happen no
matter what he was doing.  He just needed to beat off really badly and that
would help re leave his tension and get his mind back on the now.

He stopped in front of his locker to strip down his shorts and jock strap.
He dumped them into the locker and picked up soap, shampoo and a towel and
head for the showers.

The showers were off by them selves in a separate little room in the locker
room.  There were 8 shower heads in the room 4 along each wall.  There were
no dividers between the shower heads, so when you looked in the door you
could see exactly what every guy in the room had.

TJ could still remember how nervous he had been the first time he had been
expected to shower with the other guys.  He was afraid that he wouldn't
measure up to the other guys.  But he soon learned that he was bigger than
average.  Or at least it seemed to be that way.

TJ stepped up to the nearest shower head and set the water.  He began to
shampoo his hair and rinse it out.  Then he picked up the soap and began
lathering up his body.

He did his arms running his hands up and down the lean muscles.  Feeling his
young firm biceps.  feeling the soft blonde hair on his forearms  Running
the soap up into his sweaty hairy pits.

Then he began on his chest.  running his soapy hands over his pecks.  His
soapy fingers running over his nipples.  His nipples responded to the
attention and grew hard as did his dick.

His hand slid down his smooth chest down over his flat belly down into his
pubes.  He ran the soap through his brown pubes and around under to his
balls.  he cupped his balls as his other hand began to slide up and down his
hardening cock.

His slippery hand glided up and down the growing shaft.  It felt so good to
be stroking his cock.  He needed so badly to blow his load.

He looked around the room and knowing he was the only one left he began to
pump up and down on his cock.

His cock was at full mast in no time.  He rolled his cum filled balls around
in his fingers as he pumped on his cock.  It felt so nice to be working his
meat.

TJ did not hear the coach close his office door and lock it.  The coach
heard water running in the showers.  He wondered if TJ had left and for got
to turn the water all the way off or if he was still in there.  The coach
walked over to the shower room and stepped so he could look into the room.

He was quite surprised by the sight.  TJ was standing there letting the
water run over his naked body.  His fist was wrapped around his rock hard
cock.  His other hand was cupping and fondling his balls.  His fist was
pumping up and down his boy meat fast and hard.

The coach watched the boy jacking his cock.  Watched him squeeze his balls
as he stroked himself.  It was quite a hot sight.  The coach's cock was
growing hard inside his shorts.  The sight of the naked kid stroking his
hard cock.  His smooth young body glistening wet and soapy.  It was more
than the cock in his pants could stand.  The coach was fully hard and
rubbing his big meat through his loose shorts.

The coach knew he shouldn't be watching.  He knew he should back away and
let the young man pump his cock in private.  However the desire in his cock
was urging him to step into the shower with the boy.  He wanted the kid to
pump his big cock like he was pumping on his own.  He wanted to feel those
fingers working his own nuts over.

The coach knew that stepping in there could end his career.  It cause him
more problems than he cared to consider.  If only there was a way.  A way he
could have fun with the kid and keep the kid quite about it.  Hell the kid
might even like the things running through the Coach's mind.

A plan began forming in the Coach's mind.  He reached into is pocket and
took out his cell phone.  The coach had just gotten the new phone with the
camera in it.  He took a couple shots of the boy pumping up and down.  He
took some of his full naked body and a couple of his face and of course the
wonderfully hard young cock being stroked faster and more furiously than
before.

As the phones memory filled the coach would e-mail the pictures to himself.
Then he would clear the memory and take a couple of more.

The coach zoomed in on that cock again focusing on it stepping as close as
he dared and snapping a couple more shots.  As he was taking the last one
the cock exploded with a big hot load.

TJ's load fired from his cock shooting out into the wall.  Jet after jet of
hot cock shot out and hit the wall.  3, 4, 5 huge jets of young hot white
cum hit the wall and ran down.

TJ let out a loud moan of pure pleasure as his hot jizz shot forth hitting
the wall.  He continued pumping making sure to pump every last drop of cum
from his balls.

After the second or third shot, the coach backed away not wanting to get
caught.  His plan did not include being caught.  At least not yet that is.

The Coach's own cock was rock hard from watching the show TJ had put on.
The kid was hot and the Coach's cock knew what it wanted.  The coach just
hoped his plan would work.  He hoped it wouldn't back fire.

TJ never noticed the coach watching him beat up and down on his meat.  It
had felt so good to shoot his load there in the locker room showers.  He let
the water wash the cum from his softening cock and the wall.  He made sure
there was no trace of his load left on the wall before grabbing his towel
and heading back to his locker.

He was standing before his locker totally naked when he saw the coach step
out of his office.

"Doing okay TJ?" the Coach asked walking towards TJ.

TJ felt very nervous and exposed being totally naked with the Coach standing
there fully dressed.  The Coach even seemed to have a quirky smile on his
face.  He seemed to be looking over TJ's naked body.

TJ said, "Yeah sure Coach."

"That's good," Coach said moving past the kid.  "Do you need a ride?"

"Um, no, I have it covered."  TJ pulled his briefs from the locker and bent
to put them on.

Smiling at that hot firm little ass as TJ bent over the Coach could not
resist.  He gave it a firm swack as he said, "Then you had better get a move
on.  Don't want to keep your ride waiting."

TJ jumped at the feeling of the hard smack on his ass.  It stung just a
little.  The Coach had never done anything like that before, but then he had
probably never had a player in this situation before.

"Sure thing Coach."

The Coach had to work hard to control himself.  His hand wanted to grab that
hot smooth ass and squeeze those firm little cheeks.  He wanted to slide his
fingertips up and down that hairless crack.  Wanted to pull those cheeks
apart and expose that hot tight little pucker, and tease the boys hot hole
until he was begging for the Coach's cock.

But the Coach controlled his desires and walked to the exit leaving TJ to
get dressed.  The Coach new that maybe soon he would get to do just what he
wanted with the boy.  If his plan worked, he would have the boy begging for
it.

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